Is this a dream?
I’m afraid to become like her…
So I still want to feel our moments together.
Do you remember how it used to be?
I’m sorry…
Maybe I miss that, maybe I’m like her already…
Maybe we can go back, when it started to snow.
Let’s get off the train I’m sick of this journey…
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